A SCENT OF THE PAST

I caught your scenton the breeze todayas a stranger passed meon a foreign street,in a foreign landand I fell,a decade in the passing,till there you were;beside me, behind me, inside me,piercing my memorywith Parisian pleasures,show-tunes and sunflowerson this foreign street,in this foreign landthat had never knownthe wealthor weightof our love.I caught your scent on the breeze todayand was reminded of all I won’t let go.